I just want my own happy ending.
Plain and simple.
The other night it came to me suddenly that I did not want to live like that anymore. The constant worry and the building anger. 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.' This thought often comes to mind lately. I just don't want to live like that anymore, enraged with fury over a woman so toxic she borders evil. An insidious evil that Nick refuses to comprehend or contain.
The alternative is to swallow and digest it. I can't and won't. Because the alternative is that it continues and I settle. I'm better than this. I deserve love and respect.
I set it up to leave, to be inaccessible for some time. To grieve and make myself stronger to walk away from this and yet then he texts me good news and I waiver. Because I miss him so. But I swallow a beer with a bitter pill and ignore it. Because it would be giving in and up and I can't go back to the way it was.
She won't stop, this i know.
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